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Science Crap on a Stick



Science Crap on a Stick

"Phantom OS doesn't have files. Well, there are no files in the sense that a developer opens a file handle, writes to it, and closes the file handle. From the user's perspective, things still look familiar — a desktop, directories, and file icons. But a file in Phantom is simply an object whose state is persisted. You don't have to explicitly open it. As long as your program has some kind of reference to that object, all you need to do is call methods on it, and the data is there as you would expect."

I have read the long version of the above explanation of the future of operating systems. It was inspiring in a crazy person detailing the laws of Deuteronomy sort of way – both fluid, yet organized as if some reality was being described from a megaphone aimed at you carefully from the moon. Not our moon – another, different, moon in a far off bizzaro universe of candy colored logic pretzels where you could chew things without teeth and dance without toes.

‘Whose state is persisted’ – what the fuck does that mean? It’s always there, just waiting for the observer to notice it? It doesn’t exist until you collapse the probability of it like a balloon – and then it swims up to consciousness and you realize it had been there from the start, waiting for you like a lost Christmas present?
‘You don’t have to explicitly open it,” –you implicitly open it? Science and technology should not be allowed to make words into math problems – to explain something is to use agreed upon words that match the reader’s perceptions in at least a ball park kind of way.

‘All you need is to call methods on it, and the data is there as you would expect it,” So it’s analogous? It’s a relational data base reference of one thing to another? One known thing that you bounce off an unknown via a call method (cattle? Phone? Thought burst?) that illuminates the unknown object by the shear force of its brilliance?

All a kind of crap thrown sticking, then sliding down walls of reason spackled and painted by too smart people left alone in a small room with a Bulgarian dictionary.

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